Nick and Finnick star in… “A New Hustle” 3.3k words — “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing,” Nick cooed, leaning over the smaller fennec’s stroller and ticking his chin with an index finger. The plan had gone off without a hitch, and the pair had successfully earned enough to cover their expenses for the week. “Fuck off, Nick,” Finnick sighed, swatting the larger fox’s hand away. “I’m sick of always having to be the baby in all these dumbass schemes.” He hopped out of the stroller, taking off the childish onesie he’d been stuck in all day and throwing it unceremoniously into the back of his van. After the heat of the full-body garment, the fennec was relieved to feel the subtle breeze in his fur. “Oh, wow, you’re still dry!” Nick exclaimed in pretend shock, squeezing the front of Finnick’s dry padding, causing it to crinkle noisily. The smaller fox glared up at him in response, untaping the unused diaper and throwing it in Nick’s face. “Next time, I get to be the dad,” Finnick frowned, so frustrated with Nick’s teasing treatment that he almost forgot that he was naked in a semi-public area. The larger fox just chuckled, rejecting the idea immediately. People bought the idea of the fennec being his son, but… “That would never work,” Nick smirked, taking a step closer in order to more effectively tower over Finnick. “I’m twice your size, no one would ever believe that I’m still a cub.” He turned to walk away, stopping as he reached the end of the alley to call back over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow morning.” “Or sooner,” Finnick muttered, once he was sure that Nick was out of earshot. If the larger fox thought he’d be going through with this humiliating charade even one more day, he was sorely mistaken. — A few hours later… — After all his years as a criminal, it was child’s play for Finnick to clamber up the side of Nick’s apartment building and jimmy open the lock on the window. The sun had gone down a while ago now, and based on the fox’s lack of response to his texts, he was relatively certain that Nick was asleep. As he crept into Nick’s bedroom, he quickly realized that his assumption was correct, and Finnick wasted no time tip-toeing over to the fox’s bedside, pulling a pair of headphones out of his pocket. Nick had always been a heavy sleeper, so Finnick was feeling cool and confident as he popped the headphones into the sleeping fox’s ears and plugged them into his phone, searching for the specific audio files he’d prepared over the weekend. Almost as soon as the gentle sounds started playing, Nick’s breathing slowed, and he fell into a deeper sleep. Finnick grinned, sure his plan would be a success, and turned to exit the way he came. At that moment, however, his stomach began to rumble, and he felt pressure building in his ass. A wicked thought popped into his mind, and he quickly hopped up on Nick’s bed and positioned his rump right up against the fox’s nose. “Might as well get used to this, ‘Dad,’” he grinned, grunting slightly as he let out a massive fart directly into Nick’s nose. The larger fox continued to slumber, breathing the gas deep into his lungs as the audio file continued to do its work. Finnick chuckled, pulling down his pants and pressing his ass against Nick’s snout before releasing another blast of gas. “See you tomorrow,” he whispered, pulling his pants back up and making his way back to the window. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” — The next morning… — “Took you long enough,” Finnick complained, opening the trunk of his van as he heard Nick walking down the alleyway. He took a quick glance at the fox’s eyes, and was unnerved when he saw that they looked as bright and focused as ever. “Sorry, Finn,” Nick sheepishly replied, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head while attempting to avoid eye contact. “I got a really good night’s sleep, and I guess I just didn’t want to wake up.” “Whatever, just hurry up and get changed,” Finnick replied, gesturing to the outfit he’d laid out in the back of his van. The onesie and diaper were exactly the same style as the ones Nick had gotten for him back when they first started pulling these stunts, though they looked a great deal larger than they had yesterday. “What do you mean?” Nick questioned, this time rubbing his head in confusion. Something about the situation was obviously wrong, but he was having a hard time figuring it out due to an odd, fuzzy feeling in his head. “You said you were gonna be the baby today, remember?” Finnick walked over to the larger fox, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. “We’re already late enough, just get dressed, little cub.” Nick still couldn’t put his finger on the issue, deciding it was better for now to simply go along with whatever Finnick had said. Nick laid down on the diaper, securely fastening it into place as though he’d done it a thousand times. He had, of course, forcefully diapered Finnick more times than he could count over the past few years of their partnership, but Nick himself hadn’t worn a diaper since he was a cub. “Are you sure people are gonna believe this?” Nick asked, finally fully dressed in his new outfit. The oversized paws, ears, and long floppy trunk proved to be just as cumbersome as they’d always looked on Finnick, though the onesie looked much more ridiculous on a fully-grown adult fox than it ever had on the diminutive fennec. “Of course they will,” Finnick rolled his eyes, turning away from the oversized stroller he was setting up in order to look back at the fox. He had to force himself to suppress a laugh, assured in the knowledge that his plan was going off perfectly. It didn’t matter whether anyone actually bought the absurd lie today, as long as Nick was thoroughly humiliated. “Now, hop in.” Nick did as he was asked, and only a few minutes later, the pair were strolling down the city streets, drawing the attention of a wide variety of their fellow citizens. The diminutive fennec pushing a stroller more than double his height would have been unusual enough, but after seeing the stroller’s occupant, many of the more curious animals found themselves breaking down in laughter. “I don’t think anyone is buying it, Finnick,” Nick mumbled around the pacifier in his mouth, his skin flushing beneath his fur as an attractive female fox walking past did a double take, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement. “Probably because of the sign,” Finnick replied, looking both ways before pushing Nick across the street. Nick immediately sat up, poking his head out of the stroller to see a sign that he hadn’t noticed before, affixed to the top of the canopy. [Hello, my name is Nick Wilde. I’m not a cub, I’m a fully-grown adult, but I need to wear diapers because I can’t control when I go potty.] “What the hell, Finnick? Are you insane? How could you think it was a-” “Calm down, Nick. I was just having fun, the real plan starts now.” As soon as the words were out of Finnick’s lips. Nick’s breathing slowed once more, and he laid back down in the stroller. The fennec hopped up, tearing off the sign and stuffing it in his pocket. Chuckling to himself, he quickly made his way to a different part of town, where the reactions were much less extreme. The target today was another ice cream shop, seeing as the Pawpsicle routine generally had a pretty solid profit margin. Thanks to a kind woman who opened the door for him, Finnick had little trouble pushing the stroller up to the counter. “One jumbo pop for the little elephant, please!” he said with a grin, only to be met by a look of clear disbelief on the face of the horse behind the counter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” the horse replied, glaring down at the adult fox in the stroller, before turning his gaze back to the fennec. “He’s what, 25 at the youngest?” Some of the other patrons started to chuckle, and Nick felt a hot wash of shame through his entire body. Finnick, however, was entirely unphased. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Stinky here can’t even talk yet. Right, pup?” At first, Nick was so anxious that he laid there, completely frozen, but after a moment he sheepishly replied with some halfhearted mumbling of random gibberish, refusing to make eye contact with the intimidating horse. “Now to really sell it,” Finnick muttered under his breath, before poking his head into the stroller and muttering a simple short phrase into Nick’s ear. “Stinky little fox,” he whispered, planting a gentle kiss on the fox’s forehead. Almost immediately, Nick’s bright green eyes grew dull, and the combined emotions of fear, anger, and embarrassment fell from his face in an instant, leaving him staring blankly up at the horse. Then, as slowly as though he were in a dream, he pulled his knees up to his chest, closed his eyes, and began to grunt. The sound drew a lot of attention from the other patrons, but not nearly as much attention as the massive trumpet-like fart that came blasting out of the fox’s ass right afterward. Shortly thereafter, the grunts turned to moans as Nick clenched his entire body, slowly but surely pushing a massive load of shit into the seat of his diaper, causing the padding to visibly expand beneath the fabric of his elephant onesie. “What the fuck?” the horse replied, nose shriveling in disgust as the odor made its way into his nose. Temporarily spared from the smell, many of the customers were still chuckling at the bizarre scene. “See? Would an adult do that?” Finnick smirked, barely able to keep it together as the store’s owner fanned the air away from his face. “If he’s as much of an idiot as you, then maybe-,” the horse’s reply was cut short by another earth-shaking blast of gas erupting from NIck’s rear as he continued to pack his padding, violent enough to cause the stench to quickly spread throughout the ice cream parlor. “Fucking hell,” one of the patrons, a sharp-nosed German Shepherd, exclaimed in disgust, leaving his ice cream abandoned on the table and holding his nose on the way to the exit. He was quickly followed by a flood of animals, all eager to step out into the fresh air. In a few minutes, the only people remaining in the shop were the horse, both foxes, and a chubby blue otter who sat at a table in the corner. “Reminds me of the time I forgot to empty my diaper pail before going on vacation,” the otter muttered under his breath, reaching over to the neighboring table and grabbing one of the abandoned bowls of ice cream, continuing to take deep breaths as a bulge grew in the front of his pants. Nick took a temporary break from packing the seat of his diaper, though the silence was immediately broken by a noisy hissing sound as he happily pissed himself. The flood of piss caused the front of his diaper to expand, increasing the strain on the buttons of his onesie. Finnick had just been enjoying the show, taking a few pictures to mark the occasion, while the horse had fallen into a stunned silence. Once the fox’s piss stream had subsided, the horse finally opened his mouth, only to get cut off once more. “Did he seriously just-,” the horse began to ask, only for Nick’s stomach to start rumbling once more, announcing the arrival of a second load of shit. His elephant onesie had been feeling the strain for some time now, but the latest wave finally proved enough to cause it to give out altogether. As he noisily grunted, the flap popped open, buttons flying through the room. The exposure gave Nick’s messy diaper plenty of room to grow as he continued packing it full of fresh fox shit. The second round was explosive, but brief, and after only a minute or two Nick’s bowels settled back down, leaving him lying there in the stroller, happily sucking on his pacifier, legs spread wide apart by his massive diaper. “See? My little one loves to enjoy his diapers,” Finnick smirked, thoughtlessly activating yet another trigger as he turned his attention to the shopkeeper. As the horse turned his attention to the shorter fox, Nick’s breathing became more heavy, with an obvious bulge starting to poke out of the front of his soaked padding. The horse continued to stare at the fox, a bizarre look on his face as he watched Nick reach down with both hands and start playing with his throbbing cock through the diaper. Finnick noted the change in the equine’s expression, clambering up onto the counter and looking down at his crotch. “Well then,” he grinned, spotting the obvious bulge throbbing in the horse’s pants. The short fox quickly whipped out his camera, taking a short video that quickly panned from Nick, who was happily squishing his messy padding between his legs, and the horse, who began blushing furiously. “Please, you can’t let anyone see that,” the horse muttered, hanging his head in shame, all traces of his dominant energy fading away. Finnick just grinned, laying down in the stroller next to Nick, stroking his partner’s padded bulge with the underside of his foot. “Tell ya what. You give me a free jumbo pop, and I delete the video right now. No one needs to know how much you enjoyed watching my stinky little fox obliterating his diaper right in the middle of your store.” The repetition of the trigger caused Nick to giggle, letting out a small fart. For now, he had thoroughly emptied his bowels into the diaper. “Fine, okay, I’ll give you the damn popsicle. Just get the hell out of my store, and let’s pretend that this never happened.” The horse tried to regain his composure, but the attempt to reassert dominance completely fell flat as his cock finally reached full mast, stretching out the fabric of his pants enough for Finnick to make out the individual veins. He turned to walk to the freezer, but the horse had only taken a few steps when Finnick snapped his fingers and ordered him to stop. Sighing in defeated frustration, the horse turned back around, once more locking eyes with the miniscule fox. “I have one more condition, unless you want me posting this video all over the internet,” Finnick chuckled darkly, holding up his phone to threaten the larger herbivore. “What is it?” the horse asked, fully aware of the damage that the video would cause to his reputation if it ever leaked. He’d already likely lost a few of his regulars after the disgusting episode, and he could scarcely afford any more. In response, Finnick simply patted Nick’s swollen diaper and winked. “What do you mean?” the horse replied, shaking his head in confusion. “I thought it was obvious,” the fennec laughed, reaching into his bag and retrieving another one of Nick’s diapers. He held it out to the horse, who quickly got the idea. From the look in his eyes, it was clear that he understood. So it was purely an attempt to further embarrass both Nick and the horse when Finnick took a deep breath, gave a final smirk, and gave his final condition. “You’re changing Nick’s diaper, first. Now get to it, pony.” The fennec chuckled, reclining back in the stroller as the horse picked Nick up by the waist, gravity causing the fox’s thoroughly used diaper to sag down past his knees, swinging back and forth with the motion. As he brought Nick closer to his chest, the bloated padding rubbed up against the bulge in his pants, causing him to moan. “What’s your name, by the way?” Finnick continued, surreptitiously starting to record another video as the horse set Nick down on the counter, his diaper making an audible squishing noise as he sunk back into it. “G-greg,” he muttered in response, adjusting his cock slightly before reaching back up and undoing the tapes on Nick’s diaper. He wouldn’t have thought that the smell could get any worse, but as soon as the fox’s mess was exposed to the open air, he discovered he was wrong. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. I’ll never get this smell out of the shop.” Greg lifted Nick out of the mess with a noisy sucking sound, laying the filthy fox down on a towel. He rolled the diaper up as best as he could, and was just about to throw it in the trash can when, despite his better judgment, he set it aside on the counter instead. Finnick had a great time watching the flustered horse do his best to clean Nick up, burning through a whole pack of baby wipes while attempting to ignore the fox’s throbbing erection. After what felt to Greg like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, he’d finally restored the fox’s fur to its former orange glory, and he wasted no time in securing a fresh diaper in place. “Are you happy now?” Greg sighed in exasperation, picking Nick up in his arms once again and holding him at arm's length, facing out towards the stroller. The fox giggled, happily kicking his feet. “Awww, you did such a job cleaning up my stinky little fox!” Finnick winked, the trigger phrase immediately causing another round of grumbling in the fox’s stomach. “Nick, let the horsey know how much you appreciate the help!” Nick giggled in response, before clenching his muscles and forcing out another fart right in the horse’s face. “I’m not changing him again. Just get the hell out of my store,” Greg sighed, turning the fox around and plopping him back down in the stroller before heading to the freezer to grab the jumbo pop. Once the frozen treat was secured, Finnick deleted the first video as promised, before wheeling Nick out of the door. He still had the second one, of course, but he’d never promised to delete that. As the pair of foxes made their way down the street, preparing to melt the popsicle down and repeat their favorite scheme, Greg opened all the windows and turned on a fan. Once that was done, he returned to his spot behind the counter, turning his attention back to the fox’s used diaper, still lying there on the counter. He picked it up, holding it over the trash can, but found himself unable to let it go. He stood there for a moment, feeling the squishy, crinkly material in his hands, until a voice piped up from the other side of the room. “Just go for it, man,” the otter from before grinned, giving the horse a thumbs up. Greg blushed furiously for a moment, and was nearly ready to let the diaper go when his resistance finally broke. With his right hand, he held the soiled padding up to his face, burying his nose in the fox’s mess and breathing deeply, while his other hand reached down to unbutton his pants, finally allowing his massive cock to spring free. He began to stroke his shaft, continuing to take deep huffs of the diaper, until on one of his breaths he noticed another scent, that of a permanent marker. He pulled the padding away from his face, and noticed for the first time amongst the brown stains a few short words written in nice, neat letters. [Same time tomorrow?] T